Lonesome is the winter

Collected by Max Hunter (H-6 )
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. "Aunt" Fannie Pricket
Hogscald Hollow, Arkansas
May 1, 1958
Reel 249, Item 3
Lonesome is the Winter
Oh, lonesome seems the winter
In trying to frost and snow,
The dark clouds around me hover,
And stormy winds do blow.
I went my love to see one night,
She drew most scornfully;
I asked her to marry,
She would not answer me.
Says, you are the girl I've chosen,
For to be my only dear;
Your stubborn heart lies folded,
Inclined to love, I fear.
The little birds sang sweetly,
On every bush and vine;
My joy would be double
If you were only mine.
This night is almost past and gone,
It's near the break of day;
I'm waiting for an answer,
My love, what do you say?
Says, I must answer you,
Why I chose a single life;
I never thought it suited
For me to be your wife.
Now take this for your answer,
And by yourself provide;
I have another lover,
And you are laid aside.
In about two weeks have passed and gone,
This lady's mind did change;'
She wrote me a letter,
Saying, Kind sir, I am ashamed.
Lonesome is the Winter (Cont'd)
Reel 249, Item 3
Since you have slighted me,
I ne'er can hear you mourn,
Oh, here's my heart, come take it,
And claim it as your own.
I wrote my love an answer,
And sent it back in speed,
Saying, I loved you once most dearly,
I loved you once indeed.
Since you have slighted me,
I'll turn some other way
Upon a pretty fair maiden
More suited unto me.
I'll go and seek some pretty fair maid
Her love can have its fill;
This world is long and wide,
If one won't, another will.

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Collected by Max Hunter (H-6 )
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. "Aunt" Fannie Pricket
Hogscald Hollow, Arkansas
May 1, 1958
Reel 249, Item 3
Lonesome is the Winter
Oh, lonesome seems the winter
In trying to frost and snow,
The dark clouds around me hover,
And stormy winds do blow.
I went my love to see one night,
She drew most scornfully;
I asked her to marry,
She would not answer me.
Says, you are the girl I've chosen,
For to be my only dear;
Your stubborn heart lies folded,
Inclined to love, I fear.
The little birds sang sweetly,
On every bush and vine;
My joy would be double
If you were only mine.
This night is almost past and gone,
It's near the break of day;
I'm waiting for an answer,
My love, what do you say?
Says, I must answer you,
Why I chose a single life;
I never thought it suited
For me to be your wife.
Now take this for your answer,
And by yourself provide;
I have another lover,
And you are laid aside.
In about two weeks have passed and gone,
This lady's mind did change;'
She wrote me a letter,
Saying, Kind sir, I am ashamed.
Lonesome is the Winter (Cont'd)
Reel 249, Item 3
Since you have slighted me,
I ne'er can hear you mourn,
Oh, here's my heart, come take it,
And claim it as your own.
I wrote my love an answer,
And sent it back in speed,
Saying, I loved you once most dearly,
I loved you once indeed.
Since you have slighted me,
I'll turn some other way
Upon a pretty fair maiden
More suited unto me.
I'll go and seek some pretty fair maid
Her love can have its fill;
This world is long and wide,
If one won't, another will.